“Is it really that simple?” Yvan asked, his curious question piquing Viola’s interest and desire to be dependable. She smiled sheepishly.
“Yes. I mean, you’d need to bring your identity documents, and be of legal age… and you’d need at least two witnesses as you exchange your vows and sign the contracts…” Viola turned her head to face Mother to see that Mother had an uncertain look on her face.
“What’s wrong, Dorothy?” Viola asked. Mother inhaled deeply.
“It’s too soon,” she said, not exactly expression distaste or disapproval, but rather uncertainty, “I don’t know. I guess I didn’t process the concept of my only son getting married up until now.”
There was a silence that hung in the air and over them. Viola wanted to wait until Mother could get all of her thoughts out. Mother was coll
